Poems Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 1H. Richardson, & sold by David Forbes Edinr., 1801 |
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... ? Or labour hard the panegyric close , With all the venal foul of dedicating Profe ? No ! though his artless strains he rudely fings . And throws his hand uncouthly o'er the Arings , He 良 A He glows with all the spirit of the ( 88 )
... ? Or labour hard the panegyric close , With all the venal foul of dedicating Profe ? No ! though his artless strains he rudely fings . And throws his hand uncouthly o'er the Arings , He 良 A He glows with all the spirit of the ( 88 )
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Robert Burns. POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in zhyme , lament in profe , Wi ' faut tears trickling down your nose ; Our Bardie's fate is at a clofe , Past a remead ! The last , sad cape - stane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! ITs no ...
Robert Burns. POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in zhyme , lament in profe , Wi ' faut tears trickling down your nose ; Our Bardie's fate is at a clofe , Past a remead ! The last , sad cape - stane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! ITs no ...
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... Profe , I rhyme away . O YE douce folk , that live by rule , Grave , tideless - blooded , calm , and cool , Compar'd wi ' you- fool ! fool ! fool ! How much unlike ! Your Your hearts are just a standing pool , Your lives ( 145 )
... Profe , I rhyme away . O YE douce folk , that live by rule , Grave , tideless - blooded , calm , and cool , Compar'd wi ' you- fool ! fool ! fool ! How much unlike ! Your Your hearts are just a standing pool , Your lives ( 145 )
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